Cloudy Simon & Garfunkel Cloudy Simon & Garfunkel Cl[D]oudy, The sky is grey and white and clou[G]dy. Sometimes I think it's hanging d[D]own[F#7] on m[Ddim]e. I[A]t's hitch-hike a hundred m[F#7]iles. I'm a [A]rag-a-muffin c[Bm]hild. P[E]ointed finger, painted smile. I le[A]ft my shadow waiting down the [A7]road for me a while. Cl[D]oudy, My thoughts are scattered and they're clou[G]dy. They have no borders, [D]no b[F#7]oundar[Ddim]ies. T[A]hey echo and they s[F#7]well, From Tol (tabfu.thudspace.net)